Warning! (Day 22)

There’s a knock on the door.
It’s Elizabeth Moore.
She wants you to come if you can.
You can play in the park
and stay until dark
but beware the man in the van.

The freak wears a ‘stache,
he’ll occasionally flash,
a lollipop cupped in his hand.
Feel free to climb trees
and spit in the breeze
but watch out for the man in the van.

He’ll promise to thrill you
then strangle and kill you.
It’s part of his terrible plan.
You’ll be chopped into bits
then dumped in a pit
by that horrible man in the van.

Jimmy’s on a milk carton
so begging your pardon
there’s something you must understand.
If you will not listen,
you might come up missin’,
dragged off by the man in the van.



About semiblind

Bringing you stark existentialism since 1981.
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